•New Perspective /Chic/ Riverdale•

~the beginning~

  Author's note
So this is the first chapter of this thing. It's not gonna be based on romance and smut so if you came for that I'm sorry. This chapter in particular is not going to be so interesting because it's mostly what happened in the show but from Chic's POV . Also, you can read this if you haven't watched Riverdale.
Ah, and spoiler: Chic's a good guy here ;)

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  Hello, my name is Chic and I live in a filthy motel in Centreville. No, I don’t like it, but The Sisters of Quiet Mercy left me here so what am I supposed to do?

  No, I’m lying. I earn more than minimum wage but I spend it on fucking drugs. It’s not an addiction, it’s recreational but it’s damn expensive.

  Also, I’m a webcam boy. What an amazing life! A webcam druggie in a forgotten motel. I’m not doing bad, but deep down in my heart I want someone to get me out of here. I take the little stick of jingle-jangle I have left from two weeks ago and go to bed. Little did I know the next day I’d be... saved. No, literally.

  I was ready for a morning "show" and then I heard a knock and thought:

„Must be Marcel”

  But no, Marcel doesn’t knock. He’s a horrible man. Plus I heard... heels? Then with a bit of fear of it being some lady from the FBI being here for drugs or "prostitution" I told them to come in.

  They were two upper middle class blonde ladies, one in her mid fourties and a teenager, must be her daughter. I inspected them closely and my face froze.

  Alice Cooper.

  She wanted to say something and I interrupted her.

  „I know who you are. The Sisters gave me your adress when they kicked me out. Oh and you, umm... Polly? Must be nice to grow up there.”

  „I’m Betty. And, why didn’t you come?”

  „Your mom didn’t care when I was born, so why would she care now”

  The poor woman was holding back tears.

„Charles I...”

„It’s Chic, now get out, I have a client.”

  They of course had to ask what client and I just said „fantasy fullfilment” which was true.

  Alice and Betty quickly ran away. I felt like shit. I should’ve listened to my heart. They came here to fucking save me from myself. They cared, that’s why they came. It’s my fault. I had my chance and I fucked up.

  My door agressively opened. Yeah, that’s Marcel. He came in really angry. Christ, I just didn’t want to work today.

I just wanted to crawl in bed and think about this mistake of a life I'm living and who knows, maybe drown myself. But crap, I don't have a tub. But I guess I have a gun.

  What was that big of a deal? Well for him it was 'cause in 30 seconds my arm was slit.

  It hurt so bad I didn’t even see well but I saw a shadow coming. Probably a friend of Marcel’s who came to help him.

  No, it was a girl with pepper spray. When I got back to reality, boom! I was in the Cooper house.

Alice was hurrying to bandage my arm. She put me in a nice, pastel blue bedroom, probably someone's because it was very homely and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

  It felt so geniune. I don’t usually trust anybody. But I trusted her and Betty.

  No one has saved my life before.

  It was 2 AM and I couldn’t sleep. Out of insomnia and curiosity I decided to go in Betty’s room. She seemed very sad while she was sleeping. I have never had this urge but I wanted to hug her. I just did. I know I would want a hug if I was sad. Even though, I've never gotten a real one so I wouldn't know how it feels like

  Oh, I haven’t taken my meds. That’s why I felt weird, stupid and emotional. Of course, I didn’t have any so I slowly went in the kitchen. I opened the cupboard and surprisingly there was some Adderal. I'm prescribed something else but I just wanted a pill. I wonder whose is it tho. I stare at the crescent moons on my palms, take it and go to bed.

  The next day Alice woke me up with another nice kiss, on the cheek this time and gave me a row of not-bloody clothes. They were really nice and new. I put the blue t-shirt and jeans on and I go downstairs.

  God, it smelled so good. We had a picture perfect family breakfast with pancakes, orange juice and stuff untill Hal started arguing with Alice about me being a stranger which was true.

   I was always „the other one” in any foster family but this was different. He really hated me. I didn’t really care but it still kinda hurt.

  No, it really hurt.

  Plus, was he even my dad? I may never know.

  I heard Alice kicking him out. She was amazing. As was Betty.

   I... I loved them. A lot. But I couldn’t express it because I thought it was too fast plus I was afraid. What if they didn’t? What if Betty is just a good person and has saved multiple lives and I was just another one?

  Betty was angry. She didn't look the part but she was holding her fists very tight looking at her dad.

  "Digging your nails in?"

  Surprised, she took a deep breath and said yes. I also did that, hence the scars on my palms. I showed her mine and she showed me hers. She gave me a tiny smirk. I hope I made her feel better.

  Betty didn't know, but that meant so much to me. The Sisters didn't love the kids which I understand because it's not good to get attached, they just gave us stuff to survive and foster families smiled at me out of pity, like I was helpless...

  Betty's phone rang. It was someone named Kevin. I tried to hear something but I couldn't. I only heard my name.

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